"Sure," Malos promises, sincerely, making sure Lloyd plops the rock in his left hand since chances are he'll just drop it if it's in his right.
It feels... weird. Again, that sensation of a dormant core crystal, or maybe... a broken one? A sick one? Like a blade but not quite, and still 100% pinging to his senses as Anna. What the fuck, honestly. He probes it with his own ether, curious about what this stone is, where it came from--
He regrets it immediately.
His vision goes black.
He can't see anything but he can feel, and he can hear a clamoring of voices.
Pain sharp cold fear fear fear no no no not now not NOW. Everything hurts everything-- rage fear rage no no NO.
"Anna!" Kratos, please-- "No I can't!!" Please please please while I'm still--
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
Something more, something deeper, something older. Poking and prodding nonstop nonstop pain anger pain anger snatches of converastion. Exspheres. Cultivated from human lives. Words in a vacuum, words that something in his core sing the truth of.
Malos drops the exsphere.
He feels bad about that, distantly, but mostly right now Malos is concerned with scrambling a respectable distance away from Lloyd because if his stomach decides he's going to vomit he sure as hell does not want to do that on his grandson. Architect. The FUCK was that.
Well.
He asked a question and he got an answer, he supposes, but.
Malos puts his head between his hands and breathes as well as he's able to right now, trying not to think about what he didn't see but unable to do anything but roll it over in his head becuase if he understands that like he thinks he understands that--
Taps on his core crystal, breaking through the spiral. Anna.
U ok?
He's supposed to tap back once for yes, twice for no. He's not sure if he's okay or not.
OH HE ABSOLUTELY HAS PERMISSION TO SAY FUCK WHER'ED YOU THINK ANNA GOT THE POTTYMOUTH
It feels... weird. Again, that sensation of a dormant core crystal, or maybe... a broken one? A sick one? Like a blade but not quite, and still 100% pinging to his senses as Anna. What the fuck, honestly. He probes it with his own ether, curious about what this stone is, where it came from--
He regrets it immediately.
His vision goes black.
He can't see anything but he can feel, and he can hear a clamoring of voices.
Pain sharp cold fear fear fear no no no not now not NOW. Everything hurts everything-- rage fear rage no no NO.
"Anna!" Kratos, please-- "No I can't!!" Please please please while I'm still--
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
Something more, something deeper, something older. Poking and prodding nonstop nonstop pain anger pain anger snatches of converastion. Exspheres. Cultivated from human lives. Words in a vacuum, words that something in his core sing the truth of.
Malos drops the exsphere.
He feels bad about that, distantly, but mostly right now Malos is concerned with scrambling a respectable distance away from Lloyd because if his stomach decides he's going to vomit he sure as hell does not want to do that on his grandson. Architect. The FUCK was that.
Well.
He asked a question and he got an answer, he supposes, but.
Malos puts his head between his hands and breathes as well as he's able to right now, trying not to think about what he didn't see but unable to do anything but roll it over in his head becuase if he understands that like he thinks he understands that--
Taps on his core crystal, breaking through the spiral. Anna.
U ok?
He's supposed to tap back once for yes, twice for no. He's not sure if he's okay or not.
He taps three times.
"What... the fuck..." he wheezes.